The grey sun risesRegiments of soldiers stumble out of slumberThe lucky ones won't wake upNow Lady Death begins her lullabyAs the waking nightmare beginsBlood-weary soldiers scramble over barbed fencesTheir fallen brothers are trampled into muddy gravesThere is no time to lamentShells are fired, bombs are droppedBodies dismemberedChildhood prayers uttered, faithless,By the dying on the fieldBut no one answersIn this Godless hell

This was for a history assignment on WWI. It's supposed to embody what the trenches were like. I, of course, wouldn't know for sure what those men went through. This is just my best guess based on what I've learned